I will die sitting up With a modesty for makeup My colors laying thin My layers uneven
The sun will rise, a plaster bust With a catch-all phrase for airports Put on your jazz voice Put on your jazz voice
You know i've got time for another And don't worry I'm eyeballing it
God how I've been fooled God how I've been fooled
God how I've been fooled God how I've been fooled Into lack of feeling
~~~♫♫♫~~~ God how I've been fooled God how I've been fooled
God how I've been fooled God how I've been fooled Into lack of feelingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
